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Her facial expression was indescribable. It was terrifying how she looked "possessed."
Only after a while did she hold her own arm.
The place she held was the place that Han Zhuoling had touched unwillingly when he pushed her aside.
In reality, Han Zhuoling had only touched her arm with the back of his hand.
If Lian Qingyin had not been blocking them, why would Han Zhuoling have touched her willingly?
He had even touched her arm with only the back of his hand because he was grossed out.
But Lian Qingyin did not think so.
She only felt that the part of her skin that Han Zhuoling had touched was burning.
Her mind was filled with the thought of Han Zhuoling touching her.
Even though she had been classmates with Han Zhuoling for many years, surprisingly, they had not spoken to each other a lot, much less had any physical contact.
This was the first time Han Zhuoling had touched her.